I bought something from the bookstore across the street where I work. It was a book entitled How To Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You. The title itself and the fact I'm a cat owner got me intrigued.

So, I'm reading it while I'm on break. Now, while some of it is crude, I found myself laughing its contents. I even discovered about "love mauling," the thing that happens when you rub your cat's tummy, it becomes a deathtrap of teeth, claws and very unpleasant pain. More they do it, the more they love you kinda deal.

I'm half-expecting my hand to covered in scratches tomorrow, but I digress.

I was showing a co-worker when she said, "Was written by some old mean cat lady or something?"

I said, "No, it was written by a guy."

Then, like someone who knows everything, she scoffs, "I bet he's forty and lives in his Mom's basement."

I couldn't believe the audacity of this bitch. She was judging the author of the book, yet she acted like she knew what type of person he would be. It disgusted me that she had no sense of humor and an "I know everything" attitude.

Stereotype much?

Ugh, I sometimes think that people like that deserved to be shot on sight.